SEPTEMBER
2014
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Today ushers the first day
of the antipodean spring,
and so with it on this remarkably grey and rainy day,
comes the hope for warmer nights,
the blossoming of trees,
and the welcome stirrings of our imaginations, —
perhaps too of hope for things to come.
To mark the beginning of this new cycle,
i share an intimate performance for camera,
of the Lament,
between myself, the subject
and Jeff Busby, the photographer.
It’s a beautiful mark of time, beautiful,
that in essence, jeff and i have performed
for each other for almost 15 years,
he as the masterful eye guiding and capturing
the purity of spirit and poignant ephemerality
that a moment of dance possess,
and i, almost perhaps as the seducer
of our shared intuition,
of the tangible glimpses of elegance
and embodiment of the dancing body.
The unadulterated forces of our spirits,
is the place where we meet.
Behind us here, are the haunting sounds
of Gesualdo’s motets,
so together we listen, and we work,
and capture the lament.
….. This is not an ending.
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Score for
an unknown dancer.
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There are a lot of things going on…
04
Studios are filled with deeply historical codes
of mystery & beauty, discipline & revolution etc,
and i think it’s this ghostly lineage of activity
captured by the space,
that allows me to feel
ultimately human
when i work.
Today like most days i practice,
i spent much of my time just trying
to feel connected to gravity….
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The Music
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Studios are filled with deeply historical codes
of mystery & beauty, discipline & revolution etc,
and i think it’s this ghostly lineage of activity
captured by the space,
that allows me to feel
ultimately human
when i work.
Today like most days i practice,
i spent much of my time just trying
to feel connected to gravity….
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Penetration
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Akarova
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Moving with eyes closed
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Moving meditation:
One of my favourite places to visit
on a beautiful melbourne sunday
is the conservatorium in the fitzroy gardens,
it always reminds me that in quietness
there is so much life,
and that complex dances
can be found everywhere.
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On listening
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Upward pause
(Birds, feathers, jungles, rituals,
a gentle preview of things to come)
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The Book of Changes:
What it feels like —
monumental presence
vs
the quietly infinite.
This image still is from a piece made
by my dear friend and film maker Adele Wilkes
for the forever now project —
curating art works into space.
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i.
The Forest Thickens:
Choreography Brooke Stamp,
Powerpoint Agatha Gothe-Snape
ii.
Dance of the Firebird:
Struck down with the september flu,
my favourite Alice Coltrane record
has kept some fire in me alive,
nb, best daily with morning coffee.
Tomorrow, europe!
See you soon germany, xx
iii.
The Energy of the Jungle:
The last act in this piece called Aviary,
choreographed by Phillip Adams of BalletLab,
is one of my most treasured
performing experiences.
This image from todays rehearsal captures a glimpse
of an almost half hour improvisation
where together, we generate a particular state of
communal transcendence
as birds of paradise,
dancing amongst mountains
of foliage and leaves…
Embodying the exotic,
and the earthly.
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Floating
and
Falling
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Moonwalk:
In orbit —
Tomás Saraceno
K21 Ständehaus Museum Düsseldorf
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Paradise, in the wings.
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In transit
//
earth
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Residue:
From the psychic afterglow,
pulling down from the ephemeral,
back to the earth —
and all things
return to nature.
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Olfactive Journal
Pulling Down From the Ephemeral
Perfumer — Jérôme Di Marino
Aldehyde, Fire Accord, vetiver.
09 / 2013
Series Statement
Over fixed periods, we invite artists to keep a diary with us — through audio, text, video, image.
They share textures, thoughts and experiences from that time.
At the diary’s close, our perfumer creates a fragrance — not as translation, but as portrait.
A period in the artist’s life,
filtered through another’s attention.
The scent becomes an anchor, but not for preservation.
For return. For continuation in another form.
